pity is the virtue of whores, compassion breeds strength

it gets made overcomplicated
when the pictures are fabricated
and you express yourself as you know best
to pleadingly separate yourself from the rest
this is the real test
i should have guessed

nothing becomes of the dancing jester
ruled out by those who seem to know better
eliminated from the daunting daily task
of emptying out the largest of flasks
why would you care to ask
why not just sit here and bask
in the present glory of it all
while you still hold the ball

go suffocate yourself
just to stop the beat
get another brain freeze
to get out of the heat
an alarming defeat

as the savages reap the returns
watching time as it quickly burns
sleep is something i've missed dearly
beckoning me to see something more clearly
i lay down to rest
pausing this quest